Zhao Rong almost tripped.
One reason was that he was attracted by the conversation of the students of Taiqing Prefecture less than ten meters ahead.
Especially the smile of the woman in red whose graceful back could only be seen.
Second, they are currently climbing the stairs, and the intersection to Shangyou Mountain is not far ahead.
He wasn't paying attention and missed a step.
But he managed to steady his body nimbly.
but.
Zhao Rong, who was at the Zhenyi stage of the Dengtian realm, was able to eavesdrop on the conversation of the people in front of him. Everyone in front of him had cultivation levels above the Fuyao realm, and there was even a sword cultivator from the fifth realm of the demon race.
His movements could not escape their ears.
The next moment.
The people in front turned around in response.
Zhao Rong's body stiffened.
Facing a pair of eyes, some sharp, some indifferent.
He did not look at it immediately, but opened his eyes slightly and stared straight at the delicate head of the tall woman in white.
Fortunately...her back is still visible!
Qingjun didn't look back.
The next moment.
Zhao Rong tilted his head slightly because of the gaze of the woman in red next to Qingjun.
Only then did Zhao Rong see the full appearance of this woman who seemed to have a good relationship with Qingjun.
The woman looked to be around twenty years old, wearing a bright red long dress that outlined her graceful figure.
She wears double hibiscus belts and a willow-like bun.
A hairpin with pearl flowers and red tassels hanging from it was pinned on her bun, which complemented her beautiful hair.
At this moment, she glanced back.
Her almond-shaped eyes are lively and cute, but her makeup is dignified and elegant.
This mixture creates a kind of charm that is able to seduce people inadvertently.
This was Zhao Rong’s first impression.
But at the next glance, Zhao Rong vaguely felt the cold and distant aura behind the woman's lively and charming appearance.
The interactions between people are sometimes so wonderful that often just the first glance can draw a clear line between the two parties.
The woman in red glanced at him with a slightly scrutinizing look, then turned her head away nonchalantly.
Is this the white dragon that almost collided with the dragon boat when it was sailing on the river in Lidu that day?
Phew~
She didn’t seem to recognize me… Was it the hidden golden finger named Ordinary again?
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and then for some reason he remembered the pair of cold bloody eyes from that day.
Pupils erect.
It seemed to contain some kind of terrifying and captivating fear.
It doesn't match the image of "red lips, red clothes and hibiscus face" at that time at all.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Seeing the students in the prefecture turning back one after another, he continued to walk forward.
Zhao Rong suddenly woke up.
Didn't I want to call Qingjun? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... Well, although it feels a bit inappropriate with so many people...
He walked quickly forward, but it was too late.
At the entrance of Youshan, the person welcoming guests saw the woman in red, and after saying "Elder Ning" with a solemn face, he respectfully made way for her to pass without checking the gold stickers of the people from Taiqing Mansion.
Zhao Rong slowly stopped at the door.
I didn't pay attention to the strange look of the person who greeted me.
He stared in silence at Qingjun's thin figure walking up the mountain.
The words in his throat, which only he would call her by, were swallowed back.
The next moment.
Zhao Rong turned around with his eyes lowered and walked aside.
…
Just now, everything happened in just a few breaths.
The students of Taiqing Prefecture turned around and took a few glances.
He found that he was just an ordinary scholar in a plain blue shirt, so he turned around casually.
When walking on the street, attracting the attention of pedestrians is something that most people are used to.
Among the students, there was a long-haired woman with a noble temperament who noticed Zhao Rong's "infatuated" gaze at someone. When she turned her head, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
Then she continued to stare at the two women who were the center of attention.
She was once a genius in her hometown dynasty.
Her talent, appearance, and family background are all top-notch, and being selected into the four Taiqing prefectures that gather the best talents in the state has made her famous in her hometown.
To this day, her name is still the pride of her fellow villagers.
but.
After leaving that inconspicuous medium-sized dynasty in Wangquezhou and coming to Taiqing Mansion in Duyou City.
Only then did she realize how big the world was.
There is always someone better than you. If you look around, there will always be someone with better talent and divine endowment than you, not to mention family background.
Here, most of the so-called geniuses' proud heads will be suppressed, and the pride in their hearts will be shattered by reality. Even the once flamboyant geniuses will now have to learn to hide.
And the ones who can still continue to hold their heads high are only a small group of people.
She stared at the two women who were secretly protected by the crowd with inexplicable emotions in her eyes.
With a lazy posture, he showed off his personality wantonly and took over the right to speak on the field with just a few words.
A cold and quiet person who listens quietly with her eyes downcast and only responds occasionally. If someone talks to her, she will not turn them down. When communicating, she will look you straight in the eyes, giving you the feeling that she is listening carefully. Sometimes, a slight smile can make people flattered.
Although the communication among the crowd seemed intimate and lively at first glance, the atmosphere was casual.
But when you are in it, you will feel how cautious and measured most people are.
Because she is too.
In fact, there are also people in the four prefectures of Taiqing who turn a deaf ear to the outside world, cover their heads, and practice hard.
However, most people still focus on socializing, using the platform of the Four Palaces of Taiqing to try their best to proactively get to know people with resources and abilities, and thus gather around these geniuses.
Small groups were formed naturally.
It turns out that this way of making friends is indeed very useful.
The long-haired woman narrowed her eyes and looked at the scarlet flower forest on both sides. This was her first time to Youshan Mountain. She had only looked at it from afar before. She stared at the Wangque Tower on the top of the mountain.
The Jindan Taoist couple who took advantage of the beautiful scenery of Youshan Mountain to hold the Taoist Couple Ceremony this time are an example.
Cheng Lugui is the son of the deputy leader of one of the only two immortal families in the northern part of Wangque.
This time, he helped many students who were unable to complete the Golden Core Training, giving them the opportunity to join the Xinran Sect.
Because once one is born in Taiqing Mansion, one must leave Taiqing Mansion after the age of 28, regardless of whether one has the Golden Elixir or not.
Joining the Xinran Sect is one of the best places for students from Taiqing Prefecture to go after leaving the prefecture.
Of course, those few geniuses who can complete the Golden Core Training Course are an exception. They will be snatched up by various forces in Wangque Continent, and will be promised various conditions to be reserved before they even complete the training...
The long-haired woman couldn't help but glance at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.
It is rumored in the mansion that Junior Sister Zhao has been reserved by Tianya Sword Pavilion. I don’t know whether it is true or not. Aren’t there several important people in the mansion who hope that she can stay?
However, Junior Sister Zhao should go to Tianya Sword Pavilion. After all, this is the first-class destination that the human race and sword practitioners dream of.
I don't know what benefits Tianya Sword Pavilion promised her when they reserved her...
The long-haired woman was watching Concubine Zhao Ling quietly, and her gaze suddenly stopped.
There was Concubine Zhao Ling with her long black hair tied up in a bun.
"Junior Sister Lingfei, there are rumors in the mansion that you were married the last time you went back. Is that true?"